This is an excellent new song by excellent rapper Sole.
My president is black, an I know that it's historic. Can't help but feel I been sold a bad product, an I want my money back, or the change that we demand. I want a new deal - not a black republican.
This year was a bad year, I knew it would be that, they gave us some nice speeches, but I cant eat that. We voted for change, but homie I don't see that. Has a momententum at the start Didn't know how to seize that.
Mr post racial - don't you understand? There ain't no middle ground when you dealin' with the clan we got drones up in Pakistan, forget that - Afghanistan. Just be a grown man, quit playing up in the sand.
We got some real problems, they fuckin' with Glenn Beck. What up wit da Amy Goodman And some Juan Gonzales
An to my name I got three hundred dollas', and to my credit I got ten or so albums My Corolla's bullet grey, and my wife owns that. The car is in her name, but the bank owns the debt
We just moved to Colorado, ain't no jobs here but dumb shit. this ain't a recession; its a readjustment. the late great USA owners of the world days are gone. better learn to grow some food on your own. Only thing about me that's rich is the spices I use, the beats that I rock, the path that I chose.
We talking Hoover verse Roosevelt, Fox news verse Rosa Parks, Osama verse Fifty Cent. a Phoenix can't swim with sharks.
So wake up them blue dogs, kick dirt on them' red states. And give us a single payer, fuck all the red tape. And fuck having empire we outta aspire; to more than pursuit of cash relentlessly chasin' power
In high school they taught Latin shoulda' taught Mandarin, shoulda' taught Marxism, shoulda' taught Blacksmithin'.
My money isn't green cause I'm livin' on credit, only time i see green is when they say "cash back or debit."
I ain't mad at wall street, cause we all wanna ball the planet's overpopulated and cant feed em' all problem is a missile costs a couple of mils' wanna' swim up in the beach but i'm swimming in bills an there ain't no reprieve till Obama grow a spine Its the death of a nation and don't need no common ground
It was November 08, my home state was Blue, no New England was Red so I threw my weight up in, a swing state instead 8 years of this damn war, couldn't face it to lose so i drove to New Hampshire, walked'em straight to the booth trooped the whole district holdin' signs and workin' phones 6am Election Day until the polls closed then got back on the damn line, callin' Alaska up to Wascilla, still gunnin' for Sarah I ain't no Democrat, but this was fate by the throat I believed in your promise, now where did it go? Guantanamo's still open, Single Payer got dropped this Bail Out was murder, tent cities popped up in the park! Rendition's still on the table with no investigation of war crimes or blatant Israeli invasion man, what's the matter with you? Audacity's Hope but you ain't done what you said or what we sent you to do...
My president is black, we still cant relax. The war will stop itself single payer ain't passed. My money's on the movement we're not gonna stop. Gotta keep on working, black president or not.
yea, ask not what your president can do fr you but what you can do to keep your presiient honest. And i'm saying right now, get outta wall street homie. Run the country, It ain't too late.
You can download his new album, Nuclear Winter Volume One, here.
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